Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.